Lord of the Deep. Hunting Hu-Ba-Ba.

Ritual three Hunting the Tree Demon.

So peace came to pass

Twin brothers ruled the land at last.

A peace reigned and all was well

But Gilgamesh would send this soon to hell.

Enkidu begged his brother to be calm

Yet he cannot calm the giant ego bent on harm.

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So here I am again dancing the fates, I hold these two brothers lives in the palm of my hand. I am not alone the other fates are here too.

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To city elders, Gods and Goddesses they appeal.

Enkidu states his fears and his brother laughs

There is no stopping a giant ego

He is deaf to all reason, will not do things by halves.

One with heavy heart into the far beyond they go.

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I am witness to this unfolding drama, foreboding is filling my every fibre. Gilgamesh blustering and bullying his brother traveling deeper into disaster. Dreams and omens ignored, deeper into the Forrest they go.

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Hu-Wa-Wa lord of the Forrest

Lord of the animals protects all

Gilgamesh ignores all the signs

Enkidu does his best

Sadly watches Gilgamesh’s fall.

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Photo Sue Vincent.

Hu-Wa-Wa or Hu-Ba-Ba

We fates know who you are

Yet Gilgamesh will not hear.

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So the tale unfolds the brothers find their “Monster” they kill their monster. Why do I feel such deep dread why do I know this wrong. I am a fate, yes. Then Enkidu is dead ..and suddenly Enkidu is dead.

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And so our Lord descends into the Deep.

We go through the motions bow and leave the temple. I want to cry I want to tug at Gilgamesh’s robe and shout at him to open his eyes. I don’t, I follow procedure.

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Again it’s like waking from a dream back in the present, being told we had done so well.

It’s time for lunch, outside the rain is still falling, as my eldest son would say it’s Biblical.

Who wants to live Forever?

The Silent Eye held it’s Lord Of The Deep course, this weekend just gone. It was wonderful.

While we were there we had two really thought provoking sessions on the Saturday.

The first was first was , An Exploration, The Offspring of Silence, beautifully presented to us by Jan Malique.

The second Exploration was Natural World and Spirituality. from Lorraine Munn.

You can read Jan Malique’s exploration here on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. It gave us much food for thought. I must admit to being deeply touched by Jan’s exploration. I found myself wanting to cry. I could feel a deep sense of loss enveloping me.

I do not fear death as such, more I fear its approach. The realisation that all I hold dear will be taken from me.

We none of us know what awaits us after death. Either way no one has ever come back to tell us what lies beyond this sphere of life. It could be that there is nothing, no heaven,hell or purgatory, or even if there is a beautiful heaven where we will be reunited with friends and loved ones.

My fear is that we may, let’s say, cross over to find nothing. Yet we could still be aware of what we have lost. All our loved ones going about their lives, unaware of us lost like stardust in eternity. Loneliness seeping through us.

The second Exploration was lighter but one also very close to my heart. Though as Lorraine Munn went deeper into her subject I found myself filled with horror. I will explain more of this another time.

Lorraine explained about plants and trees having feelings. We should try harder to communicate with them. She is a learned women who knows so much about Nature and Spirituality and how the two meld.

I have been thinking about what Jan and Lorraine spoke to us all about, since my return. Really I need look no further than my back garden to see immortality and spirituality in Nature.

This is the Clematis that blooms yearly in our garden. It dies each winter and then it bursts back into life every April/May.

Winter’s Death

To Springs Rebirth.

It doesn’t get simpler than that in Nature’s realm. Yet we humans love to complicate this circle. No one wants to die… No but also how would it be if you were immortal, if you watched your loved ones die? Found new loves and friends, lost them again and again.

No there must be a better way. Gilgamesh wanted immortality, yet he had no idea what immortality really was. He had to learn many lessons, harsh lessons along his way.

I believe I have learned from his mistakes and the guidence of few good souls. I still have a long way to go. ..

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